Minutes stretch into days, In the blink of an eyes. Wishing for us to stay, But time just flies.

Days stretch into months, In the moments shared. This cannot just be this once, Gone were the moments scared.

Months stretch into a decade, In the life we gave. This trust does not fade, But the crest of a wave.

Decades stretch into a lifetime, In our legacy we prize. We are last to the line, But it’s time we despise.

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Love you baby 🖤

Love is such a word it shows utmost emotion It is a stretch for the human mind to comprehend

Love is much a feeling of warmth and safety of someones afrms stretching around you in an embrace

Love is that of flowers That stretch across feilds Kissing the groud Holding the skies tears

Love is around us In everything we see Stretching throughout the galaxy Love is quite beautiful Don’t you think?

Maybe it’s a stretch to say you like me

A stretch to think that you’ll notice me

A stretch to look at your sweater and think I’ll wear it someday

Or maybe all these dreams Are worth something And it’s not a stretch at all

Maybe your arms will hold onto mine and stretch far in the air as we laugh

I know it’s a stretch to imagine these fantasies But maybe one day you’ll notice

How much I reach for you Stretch my arms to their extent Trying to get you to notice me

I know it’s a stretch But it’s one that keeps me happy

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i stand from my bed, to stretch for the day ahead.

i fly away from home. it’s the roads that make it lonely, almost stretching endlessly before me.

yet i always find my way, where the hungry flies dance ballet. i stretch my hand out to the white swan, as glistening death crowds her pond.

it’s the music that kept her here, following everywhere far and near. but her soul is gone, the music still stretches on. now the dying hear a symphony.

Her back bent to planting Spring after spring Until winter stiff Froze its stretch

A long stretch Her life of planting Seeds still growing Four children and ten grand

Her memory lost Like an autumnal dandelion head Seeds overstretched, blown Into the wind, nothing left

Her days done, family bereft Only one seed left to plant Her body stretched Into the earth.

Toddlers wanting snacks to eat Stretch on tippy toes to reach the cupboard

School kids wanting to impress their teacher Stretch their arm up high to be called on

Young adults wanting to impress each other Stretch the truth about their accomplishments

Adults paying for lifestyle, children, college, stretch their income for survival

I stretch in the grass, My hands lay flat, Flowers smell like sweet perfume, And even the wind blows away my fume.

My fingers stretch apart, They slide without fault upon the grass, Curling up and falling down. My arms curve above my head Like a I’m holding up the land.

My legs stretch down, And my neck curves around, Around at the sky and Around as I lie.

The land stretches on farther than I can see, Farther than I can imagine. My heart flutters, As I think once again, Of stretching out in the grass.

Stretch the truth just a little So that I can believe in my ability to bend this way Like a pretzel Or the “truth” you spoke this morning

That anyone could stretch in temperatures like these And find themselves refreshed Like cold water On my ever drying tongue

To compliment my form is a bit of a stretch As I am tilting in the front row Like a buffoon Juxtaposing the gods around me

I glance at you, and the joy across your toes Causing them to wiggle Like caterpillars Or my stretching receptiveness

I threw love on the other side so it can stretch out. Blindly knowing what destiny laid out. Choices unraveling. Heavy thoughts weighed out leaving a clear path for the other hand to play out.

Fingers moved so relaxed across the soul, swiftly spreading a vibe. Touching the spirit. A gentle stretch occurred as they got loose, ready to grab what lied ahead. Acting on pure feelings each tip breathed out.

Reached so deep, viens of love felt the need to stretch out. Would it be the passion loosely fitting upon the layers of romance? Or the mystery behind the search? Leaving the next hand of the events feel eternal.

So slow moments went, the existence of the pass felt caught up. Honoring and cherishing each flaw. From palm to palm self-reflection was a must. As the hands stuck love, the desire to find its way became intact. Now understanding this stretch of time would only be a period to grow the mind.

The tree branches stretch to the sun As the mind stretches the imagination The stretch it sees becomes more indeed As stretching it becomes one

One burning tree the flames will stretch Stretch up and out Stretch out to you if you do see The tree branches stretch to the sun

Bark will ignite when stretched real tight Buds will fall because the stretch grows tall Branches give way as the stretch will stay Birds will flee as this stretch eats this tree

The suns stretching rays are at fault For this stretching tree did not want this assault But the mind did stretch and became undone The tree branches stretch to the sun